Earth

Do you know what it is to be adrift? At first weightless, effortless, floating. But as minutes collect the unsettling grabs hold. The desire to place a foot firmly somewhere, anywhere, begins to move from foot to leg to chest where it grips the lungs. That is how you found me. You knew you had a certain magic with me. You recognized it in seconds when our eyes first met those years ago. But this year was different. You were not an ethereal creature darting about promising fun and adventure. You became earth. Solid beneath me. A place to let loose the tension creeping ever upward by lowering gently onto you.